January 03, 2007

• *dips madeleine in tea, ignores screams*
• Mmmm - I love the smell of Play-D'oh! Wonder if anybody has captured the scent of the sawdusty chemical-laden stuff school janitors used to sprinkle on vomit.
• Yeah, like I want to smell like a salty ass. Ew. I'd rather smell like the Naugahyde^TM from the school bus seats.
• Silly Putty all the way.
• Ooo! Paint fumes!
• Umm, this is going to be a dumb question, but why would one need dirt-scented cologne when one could just use, you know, dirt?
• Not real dirt - that would be cruel!
• Sheesh Louie, no wonder you live in Freezevania. Let the professionals handle this. At least I have the brains not to comment or mention that I think "Cafeteria Spaghetti" would be a good flavor. Scent.
• What the Cap'n said. Why would one need stoner-scented cologne when one could just, um, you know? Got anything to eat here?
• Because real dirt would leave a stain. Gheesh!
• Gheesh leave stainsh, alsho.
• The play-doh smell: um, whom would one try to entice with that? For some reason I see it as a cologne for old men. Wearing trench coats. I have a somewhat more appropriate aroma reminiscent of childhood: Fuck, I just shit my pants. Again. ...but why would one need dirt-scented cologne when one could just use, you know, dirt? Or patchouli oil - that way you could add the delightful bouquet of ass to your love of dirt-stink.
• MonkeyFilter: add the delightful bouquet of ass to your love of dirt-stink.
• I would be trying to attract others of my generation, who are just starting to get old enough to be nostalgic about their long lost toys.
• omg! when i was in art school, my bf and i visited a friend of his who worked for hasbro, and he gave me a bottle of the actual play-doh scent that they add to the product. i wore it like cologne for a year or so, and loved it when people would ask what it was. they would always say it smelled sooooo familiar and that it was driving them crazy that they couldnt place it (though a few pegged it immediately). i wonder if any of those people are behind this... here's my 'amazon review': get it. it's fun.
• Holy Crow, it's really a deliberate scent? I always assumed it was a byproduct of the ingredients. I hink the next scent in the parfumerie should be "New Box of Crayola Crayons." We give out packs of soybean crayons at work, and they don't have that distinctive smell. It's freaky.
• *dips madeleine in tea, ignores screams* I am very glad you came back.
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• *claps*
• *claps as well*
• I wear Demeter perfumes myself. I'm partial to creme brulee, gingerbread, pumpkin pie, and ginger ale.
• whom would one try to entice with that? Perfumes are not always meant as lures! Sometimes it's a way of making one's personal space more appealing to oneself. The problem is when one's personal space becomes a bit of an empire, leaving whole auditoriums fogged with Spring Lilacs or some such. ...or weaselicious patchouli.
• when I am not wearing Opium, I tend to do things like rub basil or rosemary on myself, or smooshed cardamom....yum!
• The dark side of synthetic perfumes
• *considers changing his name to Basil*
• Rosemary is for seasoning, not for rubbing. Pie is for noshing, not for throwing. /rabbinically
• Shoot, two comments too late!
• *chews a clove*
• What about cigarette perfume?
• Nicotia artisanal perfume has notes of tobacco flower, citrus fruits and vanilla. Nicotiana is the most fragrant flower I've had in the garden.
• Nan's perfume engulfs the room And leaks into the hall; As eyeballs burn, it kills the ferns And stains the bathroom walls. It swells in clouds, dispersing crowds And setting off alarms. A couple drops can kill the crops On all the neighb'ring farms. It's piped into the downstairs loo, And comes out in the shower; Her sense of smell is shot to hell, So she stays in there for hours. It stinks like Death, and morning breath, And cobras' poison sacs, And rotting cods - the HazMat squads Were halted in their tracks. So hold your nose and wear old clothes, I warn you with a cough, And don't shake hands with dear old Nan: It never washes off!
• )))!
• *stands on chair, applauds, whistles*
• *throws panties* Oh, sorry. *retrieves panties*
• In honor of beeswacky's clove and Mr. Knick's cigarette, I shall light a kretek. *watches the sweet heavy smoke waft about* I much preferred eating Play-Doh as a child
• By George! What was that sheer red lacy thing that just saw fly by?? People have always considered me odd for smelling everything. The first thing I do when something comes to my hands, is to give it a good whiffing. Synthetic, mineral, organic... no matter. I have often said that the sense of smell is the least appreciated. The links between scent and memory are quite profound and emotional. The hint of lilac sends me back to my grandmother's back yard in spring... one of my favorites. Old books too... I often get distracted from reading old books because I find myself sniffing them... *sniffs Koko*
• Huzzah for TUM!
• The first thing I do when something comes to my hands, is to give it a good whiffing. *squints suspiciously at TUM You better be sure you're using "whiffing" to refer ONLY to the act of smelling here, you!